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Am I safe, Are we safe

6/4/2020

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Written  by CorpsAfrica/Malawi Volunteer Ms. Eliza Chanika
 
Am a kind of my generation
Many call me young lady, some prefer girl
But I have a name
Am a sister to some one
A daughter to someone 
An aunt to few children
A nephew to my mother's brother 
And a potential wife to someone so they say
 
Am I safe, are my kind safe ?
I pause deep in my thoughts
At night, I have scary dreams  a man Chases me in my dreams
And I cry my eyes out sometimes 
Again and again I ask my self questions
"Will I make it back to school after this corona virus pandemic or will I be sold like my sister in 
chinua achebe's novel "looking for a rain god?"
Questions without answers 
Thoughts without ending
Am I safe? 

I saw a car outside  our house yesterday
I heard voices, yes Voices! Three deep voices having a conversation backing up were two sweet 
voices,
Entering into the house, slowly parting the ragged curtain that separates the sitting room 
from our room, there I saw my mother, father and two strangers
"Tawina come meet your husband to be" 
Mother said as she saw me through the wholes of the curtain
Tears all over me I ran, ran, ran as fast as my legs would carry me
What do I do? where should I go?
A cry of a broken girl 
Is she safe?
 
I feel empty inside
I see myself inside a little  bottle 
Will my voice matter?
Will my decision be respected?
Will it not be seen as disobedience? 
Will I not be scorned for denying fathers words?
But I don't want to be married off
Am not yet done with school
A cry of an average girl 
Is she safe, are her kind safe?
 
Am I safe, is my kind safe
A thought of million thoughts 
Cry of thousands of girls
An emotional torture to hundreds of girls
I worry many of us will not make it back to school
I fear many will be pregnant and married off
I cry for my kind
Are we safe, are they safe?
 
Many women tell me l am of age
Many say school will not benefit me
My uncle says he needs goats and cattles 
"You need to find yourself a man that can provide for you and your siblings, we are tired of 
feeding you"
Often i hear this phrase
What should i do?
Am just a fifteen  years old orphan with six siblings to look after
who will i run to, Should i listen, should i get married?
A cry of a broken orphan,
Is she safe, are others safe
 
I am an intelligent girl
I dream of becoming a pilot, a doctor, an accountant perhaps an engineer some day
So stop forcing me into relationships and early marriages
I want to save lives, design tallest buildings, invent new technologies 
So support me during this pandemic 
Protect me, cover me, look after me
I want to feel safe again.
A plea of a girl child.
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